It's still there--the bar silver; the swords and weapons; the jewelry--all of the loot that the Hispaniola couldn't hold some two-hundred years ago is still awaiting someone to claim it from Treasure Island. Jonathan Osbourne, a descendant of Robert Louis Stevenson, observes his parents discover some old papers, then mysteriously leave on a vacation to a deserted Atlantic island. When their plane is lost and Jonathan is forced to move in with a rich uncle, he becomes convinced that the papers are the key to their disappearance. His Uncle Pinchbeck, however, is suspiciously reluctant to discuss the papers, and insists that Jonathan stop worrying about the past and concentrate on his future at an elite private school. Jonathan has no intention of giving up so easily. Together with his next-door neighbor, Katherine, he finds the missing papers on his uncle's private yacht. They reveal that the Treasure Island Robert Louis wrote about was not fiction, and that his uncle has mysterious plans of his own for the island. There is even evidence that his parents may still be alive, stranded on the island. When his uncle's yacht is prepared for a long Atlantic voyage, Jonathan has no doubt about where it is headed. Jonathan and Katherine stow away on the yacht, and find that though Long John Silver is dead and gone, a new crew of modern pirates who work for Uncle Pinchbeck have set their sights on recovering the remaining loot, and will stop at nothing to get it. There are storms, encounters with deadly wild animals, chases through the jungle, and on Jetskis, a secret industrial operation, and even the ghost of Flint makes an appearance. No one will be quite the same after they Return to Treasure Island.
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Jack Trammell has published nine books, ranging from murder mysteries ("Gray") to math and history text books for middle school students ("Math in History"). His three collections of poetry each sold out within several months of publication, and he has published poetry and fiction in several dozen journals including: Virginia Adversaria, Snowapple Journal, and Exquisite Corpse. A prize-winning Virginia Writer's Club author, Jack works at Randolph-Macon College where he researches and writes historical articles for magazines like "America's Civil War" and is known for his regular Civil War column in the Washington Times. He is also an active researcher and publisher in the field of disability studies. Jack can be reached email@example.com or you can visit his website atwww.geocities.com/jacktrammell. Jack lives on a farm in central Virginia with his wife, Audrie, and seven children.
"Return to Treasure Island is one of the few books where a 'sequel' is as good as the original. Both young adults and older readers will love this book, which is destined to become a classic."Word Museum
"A young man and his parents Return to Treasure Island in an adventure unrivaled since the very first visit to that land of mystery. A very fun read with some intricate plot twists. An exciting journey to be sure..."Buzzy's Review News
THE STORMS CAME more often this summer. They were intensified by ocean currents that blew violent tropical weather in from the south, and whenever they arrived Jonathan Cox was forced to stay inside and entertain himself with magazines and novels, or the math workbooks that his uncle forced him to complete.
Jonathan stared at the math workbook on the desk in front of him and frowned. Then he pushed it aside and gazed out the small oval window at the swirling surf and black clouds. In a way, he thought to himself, the storm outside was like his life the past half year -- angry, a little out of control, and very unpredictable.
It had been exactly five months since his parents had left him. They had been on a plane that disappeared over some small islands in the Atlantic Ocean -- the same mad, swirling ocean outside his window -- leaving behind only a garbled radio message and some important Xeroxed papers in a safe that his mother's brother, Uncle Pinchbeck (formerly Osbourne, which he decided was too common a last name, and whom Jonathan was not allowed to call by his first name, Frank, anyway), had been extremely anxious about.
Jonathan did not accept it at first; had insisted that they would be back. They were probably stranded on one of the islands, or floating in a life raft somewhere waiting to be rescued. Jonathan had too many plans about becoming a young adult and exploring the world to lose the primary anchors in his life. Five months with his secretive, eccentric uncle, however, changed his mind. His parents were never coming back, and the reality of this finally took its full effect on him.
The lightning outside seemed to be striking the ocean itself. What was it actually hitting? he wondered. The lightning reminded him of the plane crash. What had hit the plane? The FAA people said it was probably a mechanical failure, but they never found any wreckage. It was as if the earth had swallowed the plane up. Or, perhaps lightning had struck it. It didn't matter, anyway, since his uncle never permitted anyone to talk about it.
Uncle Pinchbeck was a decent sort, Jonathan tried to admit, but he was almost fifty and had never been married or had any children himself, and his personality centered mainly around the preservation and growth of his enormous wealth. He always told Jonathan that the plane crash was ancient history, and that it was unhealthy to linger on it. His parents were gone, so he should get on with the business of life.
But aren't thirteen-year-olds supposed to miss their parents? Aren't they supposed to be concerned about the unknown future? Of course they are! he told himself.
The storm outside seemed to grumble in agreement.
* * *
"COME ON, JONNIE, eat up."
Uncle Pinchbeck was eating an elaborate salad that the cook had created with hearts of romaine and alfalfa sprouts, but he always had "kid" food prepared for Jonathan.
Jonathan toyed with the peas and carrots on his plate and studied his uncle. He was not a handsome man, although he did bear a striking resemblance to Jonathan's mother in his piercing greenish eyes and blond hair. He groomed himself meticulously which seemed to water down his personality. Even then, he certainly didn't look like a millionaire, or a person that teenagers would be thrilled to hang out with.
"If you don't eat your food, you won't grow up strong like me!" Uncle Pinchbeck liked to laugh at his own jokes.
Jonathan cringed. Why wouldn't his uncle admit that his nephew was thirteen, practically a young adult? Peas were not as important as independence.
"After the storm, I'm going out to the island to check on the buildings. I assumed you would be going with me."
"Yes, Uncle Frank."
A deep scowl passed over his face. "Pinchbeck. Remember?"
"We'll maybe do a little fishing, if you want."
Jonathan rolled his eyes. "The fishing's not very good after a storm, Uncle."
"Oh, really? Hmm... I guess that's so. Well, anyway, we'll leave after dinner if it's clear enough."
"What were those papers in the safe about?" Jonathan asked suddenly.
Uncle Pinchbeck paused in mid-bite. This was not an approved topic. For some reason, he remained very sensitive about the mysterious papers. "Hmm? The, um, papers were to do with your parent's plans for you... That kind of thing. I'm taking complete care of it. Trust me, their wishes will be done; are being done."
"I'll bet they're copies of the--"
"Enough!" he said. "I told you to forget about the crash. The papers are not your business, and you need to quit asking about them."
"But my parents weren't on a vacation, like you say they were. They would have told me that."
"They were on a vacation, Jonathan."
"But what if they're still alive somewhere? Wouldn't they want us to keep looking for them? Maybe the papers said something about--"
With that, Uncle Pinchbeck got up and left the room, retreating to his den for a pipe smoke and the rest of the newspaper, with maybe a few phone calls or emails mixed in. He was in the real estate business - - world-wide, in fact -- and his money was growing so fast that he had no idea what he was really worth. Currently, his pet project was financing some shipbuilding company in Connecticut that made hulls for nuclear submarines. Uncle Pinchbeck was good at what he did, however, and Jonathan did have to concede that he was provided for.
His uncle was not a good parent, though. He restricted Jonathan from a normal social life by making him attend an elite private school near Savannah, confined him in the house on weekends, and coerced him into following his uncle around like an enthusiastic business apprentice. Uncle Frank -- Pinchbeck (formerly Osbourne) -- was nothing like his sister, Hillary. Jonathan's mother had thrown slumber parties, taken all his friends with him skating and to the movies, gone on picnics, encouraged him to play sports...
But those days were over.
These were the dog days of summer in Georgia, and they were dog days for Jonathan, too. He flipped several of his peas onto the silk table cloth.
Why wouldn't Uncle Pinchbeck talk about the papers his mother had found? And how would Jonathan ever have a normal life again? These were two of the questions that rattled around his head all of the time.
More importantly, though, he also couldn't shake the strong feeling that his parents were still alive, and that he had to do something about it. The clues were hidden in the papers.